She gets a little restless in the spring
She might follow the lines you sing
Bullshit though they are
Cause sometimes thats just the thing
If delivered with panache and a certain graceFingertips on satin lace
Cutting cards and quoting Proust
Whatever turns her wild mare loose
She gets a little restless now and then
She feels the changes in the wind
Way down deep where I cant see
She can get clean away from me
With a side step and subtle shift
And the turning of a key
Locks me out and lets me drift
Shell come back if I let her be
Shell come back if I let her be
And Im just a little down tonight
Im just a little down
A little messed up is all Im saying
Just a little down tonightIm just a little down
But I believe Ill make it
Believe Ill make it
She gets a little restless I can tell
When she goes back up inside her shell
And the conversation slows
To a stop and I might as well
Be out alone on the highway
Way off in the Utah sage
Waving to the railroad crew
Thats when I get restless too
She gets a little restless in the spring
She might follow the lines you sing
Bullshit though they are
Sometimes thats just the thing